Do you ever have those gastronomical descision-making crises where every single ethnic food category seems like exactly what you’re craving? Do I want Thai or Middle Eastern or Vietnamese or Mexican? And then do you ever want said cravings to be available almost instantaneously? And then … do you realize you’re on a boat somewhere…
Cruisers rave about the San Blas Islands. And I get it. Totally. These are remote islands off the Atlantic coast of Panama inhabited by a few local Kuna Indians. The islands are tiny, with canopies of coconut palms shading the scattered make-shift dwellings of the locals.
(a Galley Pirates’ dinner in need of a more provocative name. Suggestions?) The spaghetti squash. Oval, smooth, plain, practically indestructible. You can keep it in a locker for weeks. Bang it around all you want. You can date it with a Sharpie, name it, float it as your crab trap buoy, whatever you want. Gourd…